Nocturne Summit (m) This is why we can't have nice things, darling.

He had no idea what she was talking about. His attempt to make a comment made her want to laugh aloud, but she didn't. The feeling persisted beyond the fluttering in her belly and transmuted itself in to something deeper, joining the rest of the sensations boiling away inside of her. It could best be described as a need; because she did not truly want this boy, but he was a warm young body and at this point in her life, Ibis had nobody else to turn to.

He kissed her. A brush of his nose against her muzzle, careful and cautious, so much like Teya — it didn't surprise Ibis so much as it thrilled her, but there remained a tiny rational piece of her that knew this was a bad thing to invite. This was a boy, this wasn't Akavir — the thought of whom made her heart leap to her throat, and it took every bit of willpower for Ibis not to cry out and lose herself to the sudden wave of guilt.

She fed the guilt instead with all the other ill feelings that Akavir's memory brought out of her: the sense of abandonment that persisted with his absence, the hurt in thinking he might never come back to her, the pain of the loss of her family; with these feelings she stoked the ember of lust that lived inside of herself, and moved to reciprocate Penn's kiss with one of her own.

It became a trail of soft nips to his neck, probing, greedy. Her tail frisking behind her, remembering the warmth and goodness that flooded her in her grief the night she spent with Teya; this could be like that, she thought. It would be meaningless. A distraction.

idk why this became this